Making Up by Tess Mackenzie Page B

fucking. Now she was strutting, proud of herself. She
winced a little while we had sex, though, and when I asked she
whispered she was a bit tender but didn’t want to stop.
    I came inside
her, and she ran off to the bathroom, and Gareth said quietly,
“Thanks man.” I shrugged, wasn’t quite up
for a man-to-man talk just yet.
    Erica came
back, still strutting. She stopped and
kissed me, went over and kissed Gareth, and he grabbed her and
pulled her into his lap.
    “You want more?” she asked, sounding
surprised, and flattered too.
    “Sure,” he said, and she went and found her
jeans and got another condom and started giving him head.
    I watched,
and yes, it was hot. A woman giving head
is hot, and sucking a cock hard seems more intimate than just
sucking it. Something that’s meant to happen between partners, not
one-night-stand strangers. That bothered me a bit, that intimacy,
actually more than the fact of her sucking his cock.
    She did him
efficiently, sucked and bobbed and he pawed her tits until he
grunted and lifted his hips off the ground. She sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth, even though
he’d come inside the condom. Spit, I suppose.
    “Shit, Erica,” he said, “Shit.”
    She smiled.
    “Do you want some more?” he asked.
    She shook her head.
    “We could both give you head,” he said, “At
the same time.”
    And suddenly Erica looked very
interested.
    We lay her on
the couch and took turns eating her and kissing her face and
breasts. Gareth went first on her pussy
and didn’t seem to mind that I’d come in there. I kissed her and I
suppose I didn’t mind she’d just had his cock in her mouth. She
still tasted a little of latex. We turned her around a few times,
taking turns, and in the end she came while I was giving her head.
That pleased me, right up until I realized she was looking at
Gareth, tasting Gareth’s mouth, while she did.
    Gareth seemed
to be done. He said he should go and
Erica said he could stay and he said no, he should really get
going. Just like a dinner party. Gareth shook my hand as he left,
and Erica and went to the door and stood behind it and kissed him
goodbye. A deep, open-mouthed kiss.
    “You understand,” she said, “One-off,
probably never again.”
    “I understand.”
    “We never talk about it at work.”
    “Okay.”
    “ And no
telling anyone. Or I definitely never
will again.”
    She shook his
hand and said goodnight, seemed to have finished changing herself
back into his co-worker. Except for being
naked.
    Erica came and sat down beside me. “That was
fun,” she said.
    “You liked it?”
    She
grinned. “Of course.”
    We both had
showers and then we went to bed. It
seemed very ordinary and domestic after what we’d just
done.
     
    *
     
    I said to
Erica a few days later that she owed me, that we needed to find a
girl, and she said she knew, she was working on it. She’d sounded some friends out, she said, and
she was almost there.
    She had a
drink with someone after work, and must have asked straight
out. She came home and said Holly was in,
and they’d made plans for the weekend. Holly had a stud in her nose
and two earrings in her left ear, despite that she worked as an
accountant. She was cute, freckly. I could go there. I didn’t sleep
very well for the next few nights.
    Holly came
over. We had a bit of wine, then Erica
kissed me, and then she kissed Holly.
    That was new
for me. I hadn’t quite thought of that
side of it.
    Erica came
over and kissed me, and started getting undressed, and Holly sat
there, watching. She seemed interested
too.
    “ Hey,” I said
to Holly quietly. “Did you talk to
Holly?”
    “What?”
    “ Did you talk
to Holly about how far you were going? Were you and her going to…”
    “What are you to whispering about?” Holly
said.
    “ You,” Erica
told her. To me, “Yeah.”
    “ Go kiss
her. Include her.”
    Erica looked at me a moment, then rolled over
towards Holly.
    “ What you
whispering about me?”